Poughkeepsie is an expensive place to live. And, yes, Michelle, it is so real. (She doesn't believe me for some reason.) I don't know WHY Poughkeepsie is such an expensive place to live. It doesn't look so great. Rich insists that the economy there is thriving. You'd never be able to tell by driving around. Or by looking at the classifieds section of the paper, for that matter. I don't really want to live in a place where I have to work 40+ hours a week just to afford my rent. I've been there and done that. It was called "five months in Chicago," and it ended with nine days in a psychiatric ward.
Of course, living cheaply in the middle of nowhere isn't very appealing either. I just want a reasonably priced apartment in an area with public transportation where I have some hope of being employed. Is that so much to ask? Yes, in fact, it is. It's the American Dream for my generation, actually.
I had been doing much better, depression-wise, for the past month, but while I was on my vacation, I must have forgotten to pack my new sanity. Apparently I went crazy with anxiety in my sleep on Tuesday night, and I've been pretty depressed ever since. Pretty seriously depressed. And I'm back at the hotel tonight, which doesn't exactly improve my mood. Tonight's my last night training the new girl (I very much hope) and damn, is she ever on my last nerve. I work again tomorrow night, then not again until Friday. Amazing how consistent my schedule has become since I quit. There's also a mandatory staff meeting on Tuesday at 3pm, but honestly, I will probably not go. I mean, what are they going to do? Fire me?
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